The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . to think she came and went. J. R. Lowell. 146 HER EPITAPH. get (Bpifap^* T^HE handful here, that once was Marys earth,Held, while it breathed, so beautiful a soul,That, when she died, all recognized her had their sorrow in serene control. Not here ! not here ! to every mourners heartThe wintry wind seemed whispering round herbier; And when the tomb-door opened, with a startWe heard it echoed from within, — Not here! Shouldst thou, sad pilgrim, who mayst hither pass, Note in these flowers a delicater hue,Should spring come earlier to
The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . to think she came and went. J. R. Lowell. 146 HER EPITAPH. get (Bpifap^* T^HE handful here, that once was Marys earth,Held, while it breathed, so beautiful a soul,That, when she died, all recognized her had their sorrow in serene control. Not here ! not here ! to every mourners heartThe wintry wind seemed whispering round herbier; And when the tomb-door opened, with a startWe heard it echoed from within, — Not here! Shouldst thou, sad pilgrim, who mayst hither pass, Note in these flowers a delicater hue,Should spring come earlier to this hallowed grass. Or the bee later linger on the dew, — Know that her spirit to her body lent Such sweetness, grace, as only goodness can; That even her dust, and this her yet a spell to stay one lonely man, — H7 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. Lonely through life, but looking for the dayWhen what is mortal of himself shall sleep, When human passion shall have passed away,And Love no longer be a thing to weep. T. W. Parsons. 148. THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS L ik_ THE ESTRAY. * M OW tell me, my merry woodman, Why standest so aghast ? My lord ! — twas a beautiful creatureThat hath but just gone past! A creature — what kind of a creature ? Nay, now, but I do not know ! Humph ! — what did it make you think of? The sunshine on the snow. * I shall overtake my horse then. The woodman opend his eye:The gold fell all around him,And a rainbow spannd the sky. B. F. WiLLSON. 149 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. €^t ®i0co»ereir. T HAVE a little kinsman Whose earthly summers are but three^And yet a voyager is heGreater than Drake or Frobisher,Than all their peers together!He is a brave discoverer,And, far beyond the tetherOf them who seek the frozen Pole,Has sailed where the noiseless surges , he has travelled whitherA winged pilot steered his barkThrough the portals of the hoary Mimirs well and tree,Across the unknown sea. Suddenly, in his fair young hour,C
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